National Pride... and Wayne's

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Monday night was by far the most memorable for me. It was Bastille Day
so we knew it would be great. There were fireworks all along the coast
and we could see them. At the beach, very much like our own grand
Australia Day, there were underage kids drinking and hippiess flinging
burning balls around. We sat and watched and listened for a while and
found out that when they say pebble beach- slight understatement. It's
a rock beach, even boulder beach would be more fitting.

We
went back to Waynes after a wander in the night markets around Vieux
Nice, this time I was more prepared for hot and sweatyness so I didn't
feel so gross. The most memorable parts are thanks to the amazing
people that we met. It's ok everyone I'm not naming names since I don't
remember any. Here is the shortened list:The DRUNKEN French SailorsThe Aussies- all of them, you guys rockedThe Sexuality Confused Danish GuysThe Ninja of Nice (aka Homeless man doing "kung fu" moves and bumming cigs)The Lead singer of last night's bandThe Swiss who kept buying us roundsThe Guy with crazy hairThe Doorman at the second barThe Girl who kept making out with the guy while he was trying to sing in the bandThe Irish Guys who walked us all the way home and hung out til 6am